Eurydice

 

 

I am a priestess of the wood

 

I lead the lion by his tongue

 

lilies among

 

 

I lead the horses by their manes

 

through grot and fern

 

to where the wood ducks turn

 

 

I lead my love

 

to where the amber-scented moon

 

lies in the lap of noon

 

 

a woman rosy wild and free

 

I give him musk and honey

 

where he kisses me

 

 

a dreamer under leaves, I warm his night

 

and lead him up dawn's golden-moted singing

 

back to light.

                                                                                a.o.howell